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hooked on pills and smack. That’s when her life started going downhill. Drugs had her all messed up and she started stealing from him. So Dickey cut her loose.
    I heard now all she does is trick from state to state pickin up part time pimps, steady johns and lining the pockets of dealers with her drug habit. I might see her every so often and give her a few bucks so she didn’t have to be out here lookin’ all fucked up like she do right now. “Now look, I’m gonna give you this money, but you gotta get out of here, and don’t come back out here for a while?” I said. “I promise I won’t Po’, I promise.” She said.
    I opened my armrest and gave her a few hundred dollar bills. “You lookin fucked up Roxy, here, go clean yourself up.” I told her in disgust. “I know Po’, but you know how it is out here. Ain’t no hope for some of us.” She said sadly. “I’m gettin too old for this shit. Thanks Po’.” She said, and walked away.
    As I drove away, I realized that it’s been about thirty years that I’ve known Roxy. That was about the time I started in this game. I was seventeen, and back then it was hard growing up in them slums. My parents worked hard, but we were still poor. I’m talkin’ Po mans poor, and my father constantly reminded us of just how poor we were. When it was time to pay the bills I would always hear him screaming out. “We po’ folk woman can’t you see that?” whenever he and my mother argued over money.
    As time went on things only got worse, first my mom lost her job, and when they both lost their jobs, it was out to the streets we went. Selling off all of our furniture and staying with friends and relatives here and there. My father tried his best to keep us together, but when the money and opportunities dried up, he left. So my mother and I were at the mercy of the streets. I still remember that look he had in his eye as he was about to leave out the door for the last time. He turned to us and said, “Hey, I’ll be back in a few” and gave me that usual smirk and wink, but that smirk, didn’t seem like the one he usually did, and his wink seemed more like a long sad blink rather than his usual playful one. We never saw my dad again after he left that day.
    A few days later my mother found out that my father had skipped town with another woman he was seeing. My mother was devastated, and not too long after, she started mingling with some of the other women that were in the streets. She would leave me with some of the women who watched all the kids. Every day that went by, and I saw my mom leave. I wondered if I would ever see her again. Even though it was like I had a few mothers, there was nothing like looking into my mom’s eyes and feeling her hugs and kisses. Her friends treated me like I was their own son, all of her friends did. There were plenty of toys to play with and televisions to watch all of our favorite cartoons on.
    What I didn’t like was that every time when my mother came home, she seemed a little different than when she left. But the one thing that I was 100% sure of, was that my mother loved me with every ounce of her soul, because she would tell me every chance she got. I never went to school, so I never learned how to do a lot of the basic things like read and write like the normal kids did. While all the other kids sat up in those stuffy classrooms for hours we had Miss Maysie.
    She was one of the women who watched us sometimes. She would read stories to us and showed us how to do simple math problems. She taught us about the presidents, about slavery and about just about everthing she could think of. Sometimes she made us repeat after her just like how they would do in a real classroom. To us, Miss Maysie was a teacher. She’d ask some of the older kids who went to school to show us some of the things that they had learned in school as well. It was like we were like a little outcasted community living within a regular community. As the